Chapter 99 The Sealed Memories of the Republican Era's Peking Opera World: Though Humble in Rank, Never Forgetting the Nation's Worries

"The Peking Opera makeup artist who came today is really skilled..."

Sitting in the audience, Ge Shijun, Jiang Zhongli, and others couldn't help but praise Wang Yueheng's professional portrayal of a female role in a traditional Chinese opera costume.

"Minister Ge, it is said that he asked the makeup artists to do it this way, and he even gave a lesson to the makeup artists of the opera troupe."

Someone nearby whispered a reminder.

"oh?"

Upon hearing this, Ge Shijun was stunned. Was such a thing really true?

This kid is really quite strong...

While the specially recruited team members were still immersed in Wang Yueheng's beautiful and gentle female role image,

A gentle melody with an ancient feel came from all directions.

The melodies and chords of the erhu and guzheng, along with the melodious flute sounds, instantly arose.

On stage, Wang Yueheng was wearing an in-ear microphone.

With her flowing sleeves billowing, she gracefully walked forward to the music.

His professional movements and demeanor instantly attracted the attention of the audience.

The melody fades, then the operatic style begins.

"One scene of the play"

"The rise and fall of the water sleeves"

Singing of joys and sorrows, of partings and reunions

"None of my business~"

On stage, Wang Yueheng, transformed into a beautiful female role, parted her red lips slightly, her eyes unconsciously carrying a hint of melancholy.

Her opening remarks, mimicking a female voice, were instantly captivating.

As soon as the soft, melodious opera singing began, the audience fell completely silent.

Everyone was instantly captivated by the song.

It's as if the soul of drama, dormant for many years, has been awakened.

Singing pop music in the style of traditional Chinese opera is unheard of!

"Fan opening and closing"

"The gongs and drums sounded, then fell silent."

"Love in the play, people outside the play"

"Who says so?"

As he sang, Wang Yueheng danced with flowing sleeves, his movements as graceful as a butterfly.

She seemed like a true Peking Opera star.

Every move, every frown, every smile.

It is breathtaking.

"Accustomed to infusing all emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness—into their performances."

"What's the use of clichés?"

"Bones and ashes are all me~"

"In times of chaos, like duckweed adrift, I can only watch as flames of war engulf the land."

Though my position is humble, I dare not forget my duty to the nation.

Even if no one knows me~

Wang Yueheng appeared on stage, dressed in full makeup, and danced gracefully with flowing sleeves.

It's as if the opera singer is expressing his dissatisfaction with the chaotic world and conveying the sorrow of the actor.

The already emotionally charged singing suddenly became even more stirring.

The audience looked up at the play, completely absorbed.

In that instant.

It was as if everyone had traveled through history and time.

Returning to the Republican-era theater, I sat at the simple and elegant tea table.

Outside the theater, chaos reigns and war rages.

On stage, patriotic folk artists sang their heartfelt wishes in traditional opera style.

"Smack!"

Peking Opera master Jiang Zhongli couldn't help but slap his hand on the armrest.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

What a beautiful line: "In times of chaos, we drift like duckweed, watching the flames of war engulf our land!"

What a wonderful line, "Though my position is humble, I dare not forget my duty to the country!"

Especially when I heard the line "Even if no one knows me".

He clearly saw the glint in the eyes of the beautiful actresses on stage, as if it pierced through everyone's hearts.

That was loss, hatred, and resentment.

With his hair and beard now gray, Jiang Zhongli saw that tragic era again.

The sunlight was bleak, and black smoke billowed in the distance.

Japanese enemy planes circled wildly over Chinese territory, pouring ammunition into the air.

The piercing air raid sirens wailed incessantly day and night.

Displaced Chinese people fled in panic, carrying their belongings.

The children sitting on the rubble wept bitterly.

Patriotic actors were forced to perform on stage by foreign invaders.

Hatred and resentment filled his eyes, anger and resentment burned in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, the increasingly high-pitched opera singing entered the ears.

"The audience has passed by, and the old colors are no longer visible."

"On stage, someone is singing a heartbreaking farewell song."